 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
A quick thinker he certainly was, and he would have mentally given himself a pat on the back for it had he not been a bit preoccupied with getting both him and Sian as far from Level Three as possible. There would be time for that later, once they were somewhere safe. This was not the first time Dante had to put in a little effort at escaping situations such as these. He knew that being vigilant and quick on his feet was the way out. He was calm as could be as he stepped his way through the smoke with the department head closely following his lead.
The Stunner sent by the Transportation employee missed him by mere inches, which made contact with a filing cabinet that sent papers flying in various directions. He had stopped abruptly just in time to let it pass, but the luminous cords were unavoidable. His hands were forcibly bound, causing the 'investigation' files he had been carrying to drop to the floor. For dear life, he clutched on to his wand. Even with bound hands, he could still cast spells, even if they were hastily aimed.
While ropes from Sian's wand were conjured from thin air (had circumstances been different, he would have buttered the woman up with a charming compliment), Dante gave his bound hands a number of flicks to the side/over his shoulder. No incantations were uttered aloud, though the Confundus Charm, a rogue Crucio, and the Conjunctivitis Curse had indeed been casted.
In the process of sending spells behind him, he had been too busy to notice that Tamerlane was blocking the path ahead. His tall frame collided with her, causing a loud grunt to leave his mouth as he fell to the floor and tried as quickly as he could to pull himself back up again. The doorway to freedom was so close...
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